Me on my own


United States
32° 31' 19.6788" N, 82° 35' 0.582" W

This weed got my consciousness tripping imagination hollousanation blurred vision was I put on this planet to Finnish a mission or am I stranded in this poor condition. For no reason I look into my self close my eyes to see lies hidden by wealth it's like a perfect poem that makes perfect since but still can't be felt  so I fight for my breath and Carrie on born in sin but I new it from the start it's hard to win when you didn't know the rules feeling the blues paying me dos living the life that we chose 

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